But what does that mean, actually?
I love beautiful sunsets. I love studying medieval European history. I love sitting up in bed in the morning, sipping espresso, posting on Free Republic, and gazing at the snow-covered Alps out my window.
Do these things "love me back?"
Perhaps I'm being dense here, but please help me understand.
Regards,
My take is that it’s a different, perhaps more personal, version of “Don’t try to force a square peg into a round hole.” For example, I’m at the moment considering getting into another field, as the one I’ve been in for 40 years has become infested with two generations of brain-washed, shallow-thinking yayhoos with all the intellectual horsepower of my cat who have been led to believe they’re actually brilliant. My passion for my work (’love’, loosely) and professional collaboration is entirely lost on them. They’re not going anywhere, and their numbers are growing. Time for a Plan “B”.